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"You are in love with her." Her slanted hazel eyes, startling against the ebony complexion, eyed him curiously.
"I do believe I am."
She pushed back her seat and curled one of those famous legs beneath her. "And to think I was going to suggest we make something of this trip. It seems I have lost my chances."
"Indeed, you have." He smiled at her and also realized he could look and stop there. He felt nothing except mild interest.
Touching her glass to his in a toast, she smiled back. "Here's to you and to finding happiness and love in a screwed-up world."
"I will certainly drink to that."
*****
"This is amazing," Anika murmured as she dug into her meatballs.
"It's just something I picked up at Luciano's." Corey came and joined her at the kitchen counter.
"I have not had meatballs in ages." She twirled her fork around a noodle and dunked it into the sauce before popping it into her mouth.
"You look like you are starving."
"I skipped lunch. Lots to do on my first day back."
"How was it?"
She shrugged and ate some more. "Strange. To them, I am part of management and they had no idea what to do or how to be around me. I went into the staff lounge, like I normally did and they all clammed up and stared at me as if I was an interloper."
"You are married to the boss's son." He pointed his fork at her.
"It made me feel strange and irritable. So, I just hightailed it back to my office and went to work. And they are calling me Ms. Monteith, polite as you can."
"That happens to be your name." He grinned at her. "You are even dressed for the role." He nodded to the lime green cashmere sweater she was wearing.
"He bought me clothes even though I specifically told him not to," she muttered. "He doesn't listen."
"You are in love with him."
"What?" She gave him a startled look and dropped her fork.
"It's plain to see." He resumed eating.
"I just have strong feelings for him, that's all. He is hot and the sex is amazing. It cannot be love." She was trying to convince herself more.
"Tell yourself that," he said mildly. "You are over at my place because you cannot bear to stay at the loft without him."
"He called me when he landed. The time difference is going to screw us up. And I cannot be in love with him. He is not my type."
"Hmm."
"I cannot," she insisted.
"I heard you the first time. Beer?"
"With meatballs? I don't think so. Don't you have any wine?"
"You have gone fancy on me."
"I suppose I have." She sighed and pushed the plate away. "What am I going to do?"
